"In June, as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a
single day.
No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore
all of them."
- Aldo Leopold
"On this June day the buds in my garden are almost
as enchanting as
the open flowers. Things in bud
bring, in the heat of a June noontide, the
recollection of the loveliest days of the year - those days of
May when all
is suggested, nothing yet fulfilled."
- Francis King
"I know well
that the June rains
just fall."
- Onitsura
"Wisteria woke me this morning,
And there was all June in the garden;
I felt them, early, warning
Lest I miss any part of the day.
Straight I walked to the trellis vine.
Wisteria touched a lifted nostril:
Feelings of beauty diffused, to entwine
My spirit with June's own aura."
- Ann McGough, Summons
by Anthony Huxley
by Ben Eric van Wyk 
by National Geographic
by Matthew Biggs
by Ben Eric van Wyk 
by John Vaughan
by Elizabeth Schneider
"I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel
The full deliciousness of this bright day,
That's like a heart with nothing to conceal;
The young leaves scarcely trembling; the blue-grey
Rimming the cloudless ether far away;
Briars, hedges, shadows; mountains that reveal
Soft sapphire; this great floor of polished steel
Spread out amidst the landmarks of the bay.
I stoop in sunshine to our circling net
From the black gunwale; tend these milky kine
Up their rough path; sit by yon cottage-door
Plying the diligent thread; take wings and soar--
O hark how with the season's laureate
Joy culminates in song! If such a song were mine!"
- William Allingham, On a Forenoon of Spring
"So sweet, so sweet the roses in their
blowing,
So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see;
So blithe and gay the humming-bird a going
From flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee."
- Nora Perry, In June
"Peacefully
The quiet stars came out, one after one;
The holy twilight fell upon the sea,
The summer day was done."
- Celia Thaxter
Summer Solstice NeoPagan Celebrations
"Last day of Spring,
ripe purple plums drop--
form is emptiness.
First day of Summer,
ditch completely dry--
emptiness is form."
- Mike Garofalo,
Above the Fog
On the Summer Solstice, around June 21st, in Sacramento, California, Northern Hemisphere, Earth, we have around 15 Hours of Daylight and 9 Hours of Nighttime. "On June 21, Sacramento, California's sunrise is at 5:42 a.m. and its sunset is at 8:33 p.m. The maximums are each one minute off of the solstice times. The earliest sunrise in Sacramento is 5:41 a.m. which lasts from June 7-20 and the latest sunset is at 8:34 p.m. from June 25-July 1."
"In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?"
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Bed in Summer
"Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strewberries melts
On the vine."
- James Witcomb Riley
by Harold Feinstein
by Nancy J. Ondra
by Grahame Clarke
"A something in a summer's Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
A something in a summer's noon --
A depth -- an Azure -- a perfume --
Transcending ecstasy.
And still within a summer's night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see --
Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle -- shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me --
The wizard fingers never rest --
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes it narrow bed --
Still rears the East her amber Flag --
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red --
So looking on -- the night -- the morn
Conclude the wonder gay --
And I meet, coming thro' the dews
Another summer's Day!"
- Emily Dickinson, A Something in a Summer's Day
"It's almost here -
It's safe to say
I saw a Crocus yesterday
Its' colors bright - A lovely thing
My heart Rejoiced! 'Twil soon be Spring!
The winter blues will
soon be gone
And birds will soon burst forth in song
The coral bells will gently ring
The Daphne yells "It's almost Spring!"
It's neary here!
It's coming fast!
The Robins will appear at last
Oh Wonderous Joy! I too shall sing!
And join in Nature's "Song for Spring""
- M. Garren, A Song for Spring
"Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Summer Sun
by Patricia Montley
by John
Michael Greer
by Brian Nelson
by Ian Corrigan
by Urusla Goodenough
by Ellen Evert Hopman 
by
Morning Glory Zell-Ravenheart
"Lathhouse shade-
the scent of honeysuckle
filling the shadows."
- Mike Garofalo,
Cuttings
"It's beautiful the Summer month of June
When all of God's own wildflowers are in bloom
And sun shines brightly most part of the day
And butterflies o'er lush green meadows play.
Light hearted skylark songster of the wing
High o'er the quiet and lonely moorland sing
Above her nest cloaked by the tangled heath
Her charming song so exquisitely sweet.
So mellow the gentle breath of june day breeze
The birds rejoicing on the leafy trees
And dappled trout in pool bed of the stream
Bask in the sun their spotted skins agleam."
- Francis Duggan,
June
"O most honored Greening Force,
You who roots in the Sun;
You who lights up, in shining serenity, within a wheel
that earthly excellence fails to comprehend.
You are enfolded
in the weaving of divine mysteries.
You redden like the dawn
and You burn: flame of the Sun."
- Hildegard von Bingen
(1098-1179), Viriditas
"Now spring has clad the grove in green,
And strew’d the lea wi’ flowers;
The furrow’d, waving corn is seen
Rejoice in fostering showers.
While ilka thing in nature join
Their sorrows to forego,
O why thus all alone are mine
The weary steps o’ woe!
That little floweret’s peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet’s flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o’er me past,
And blighted a’ my bloom;
And now, beneath the withering blast,
My youth and joy consume."
- Robert Burns, Now Spring Has Clad the Grove in Green
"Liza, go steep
your long white hands
In the cool waters of that spring
Which bubbles up through shiny sands
The colour of a wild-dove's wing.
Dabble your hands, and steep them well
Until those nails are pearly white
Now rosier than a laurel bell;
Then come to me at candlelight.
Lay your cold hands across my brows,
And I shall sleep, and I shall dream
Of silver-pointed willow boughs
Dipping their fingers in a stream."
- Elinor Wylie, Spring Pastoral
“It is better to be a young
June-bug than an old bird of paradise”
- Mark Twain
"I wonder what it would be like to live in a
world where it was always June."
- L. M. Montgomery
"Now summer is in flower
and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
Insects as small as dust are never done
Wi' glittering dance and reeling in the sun
And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee
Are never weary of their melody
Round field hedge now flowers in full glory twine
Large bindweed bells wild hop and streakd woodbine
That lift athirst their slender throated flowers
Agape for dew falls and for honey showers
These round each bush in sweet disorder run
And spread their wild hues to the sultry sun."
- John Clare, June
"In these divine pleasures permitted to me
of walks in the June night under moon and stars,
I can put my life as a fact
before me and stand aloof from its honor and shame."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson, Journals
by Larry Hodgson
Nancy J. Ondra
by Scott Calhoun
by Nancy J. Ondra
by C. Colston Burrell
by Tracy DiSabato-Aust
"No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer."
- James Russell Lowell, The Vision of Sir Launfal
"O Day after day we can't
help growing older.
Year after year spring can't help seeming younger.
Come let's enjoy our winecup today,
Nor pity the flowers fallen."
- Wang Wei, On Parting with Spring
"In what house,
the jade flute that sends these dark notes drifting,
scattering on the spring wind that fills Lo-yang?
Tonight if we should hear the willow-breaking song,
who could help but long for the gardens of home?"
- Li Po, Spring Night in Lo-Yang Hearing a Flute
"If a June night could talk,
it would probably boast it invented romance."
- Bern Williams
"Mine is the Month of
Roses; yes, and mine
The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights
And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine,
The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;
The mower's scythe makes music to my ear;
I am the mother of all dear delights;
I am the fairest daughter of the year."
- Henry Wadsworth
Longfellow
"The end of spring--
the poet is brooding
about editors."
- Yosa Buson
"Kind hearts are the
gardens;
kind thoughts are the roots;
kind words are the flowers;
kind deeds are the fruits."
- English Proverb
"Welcome, gentle Stripling,
Nature's darling thou!
With thy basket full of blossoms,
A happy welcome now!
Aha!--and thou returnest,
Heartily we greet thee--
The loving and the fair one,
Merrily we meet thee!
Think'st thou of my maiden
In thy heart of glee?
I love her yet, the maiden--
And the maiden yet loves me!
For the maiden, many a blossom
I begged--and not in vain!
I came again a-begging,
And thou--thou givest again:
Welcome, gentle Stripling,
Nature's darling thou--
With thy basket full of blossoms,
A happy welcome now!"
- Friedrich von Schiller, To the Spring
"Who comes with Summer to this earth
And owes to June her day of birth,
With ring of Agate on her hand,
Can health, wealth, and long life command."
- June
'Sap which mounts, and flowers which thrust,
Your childhood is a bower:
Let my fingers wander in the moss
Where glows the rosebud
Let me among the clean grasses
Drink the drops of dew
Which sprinkle the tender flower ..."
- Paul Verlaine, Spring
"The year is ended, and it only adds to my
age;
Spring has come, but I must take leave of my home.
Alas, that the trees in this garden,
Without me, will still bear flowers."
- Su Ting, circa 700 CE
"The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings."
- Joyce Kilmer, Spring
"I used to visit and revisit
it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable
progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of
creation. It was one of the most bewitching sights
in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of
early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate
green.
- Nathaniel
Hawthorne, Mosses from an Old Manse
"The wood is decked in light green leaf.
The swallow twitters in delight.
The lonely vine sheds joyous tears
Of interwoven dew and light.
Spring weaves a gown of green to clad
The mountain height and wide-spread field.
O when wilt thou, my native land,
In all thy glory stand revealed?"
- Ilia Chavchavadze, Spring
"In June the bush we call
alder was heavy, listless,
its leaves studded with galls,
growing wherever we didn't
want it."
- Denise Levertov, The Victors
"This is June, the month of grass and leaves . . . already the aspens
are trembling again, and a new summer is offered me. I feel a little fluttered
in my thoughts, as if I might be too late. Each season is but an infinitesimal
point. It no sooner comes than it is gone. It has no duration. It simply gives a
tone and hue to my thought. Each annual phenomena is reminiscence and prompting. Our thoughts and sentiments answer to the revolution of the seasons, as two
cog-wheels fit into each other. We are conversant with only one point of contact
at a time, from which we receive a prompting and impulse and instantly pass to a
new season or point of contact. A year is made up of a certain series and number
of sensations and thoughts which have their language in nature. Now I am ice,
now I am sorrel. Each experience reduces itself to a mood of the mind."
-
Henry David Thoreau, Journal, June 6, 1857
"Oh that it were with me
As with the flower;
Blooming on its own tree
For butterfly and bee
Its summer morns:
That I might bloom mine hour
A rose in spite of thorns.
Oh that my work were done
As birds' that soar
Rejoicing in the sun:
That when my time is run
And daylight too,
I so might rest once more
Cool with refreshing dew."
- Christina Rosetti, A Summer Wish, 1880
"Everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal
essence, tragic in its fate, and comic in its existence."
- George Santayana
"Coming, here, gone
Flowers in the Sky.
In the blink of one false eye,
In the blink of One Ture Eye,
Flowers in the empty sky;
Shimmering, scented ... gone, gone, gone, one far beyond
Their seeds of arising
But, staying, here and now,
A great marvel of manifestation,
Bodhisvattas - for the bees."
- Mike Garofalo, Cuttings
“In June as many as a dozen
species may burst their buds on a single day.
No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them.”
- Aldo Leopold
"When June comes dancing o'er the death of
May,
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
And mating thrushes ushering in her day,
And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest,
I always see the evening when we met--
The first of June baptized in tender rain--
And walked home through the wide streets, gleaming wet,
Arms locked, our warm flesh pulsing with love's pain.
I always see the cheerful little room,
And in the corner, fresh and white, the bed,
Sweet scented with a delicate perfume,
Wherein for one night only we were wed;
Where in the starlit stillness we lay mute,
And heard the whispering showers all night long,
And your brown burning body was a lute
Whereon my passion played his fevered song."
- Claude Mckay, A Memory of June
"Two Seasons,
it is said, exist—
The Summer of the Just,
And this of Ours, diversified
With Prospect, and with Frost—
May not our Second with its First
So infinite compare
That We but recollect the one
The other to prefer?"
- Emily Dickinson,
There
is a June When Corn is Cut
by Knut Hamsun 
by Elizabeth Stell 
by Jeff Lowenfels 
by James Nardi 
by Christin Ditchfield 
by Helmut Kohnke 
by William Bryant Logan
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
But they don't get around
Like the dandelions do."
- Slim Acres
"What is one to say about June, the time of
perfect young summer, the fulfillment
of the
promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind
one that its fresh
young beauty will ever fade."
- Gertrude Jekyll, On Gardening
“How did it get so late so
soon?
Its night before its afternoon.
December is here before its June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?”
- Dr. Seuss
"I gazed upon the glorious sky
And the green mountains round,
And thought that when I came to lie
At rest within the ground,
'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June
When brooks send up a cheerful tune,
And groves a joyous sound,
The sexton's hand, my grave to make,
The rich, green mountain-turf should break."
- William Cullen Bryant, June
"The sneer is gone from Casey's
lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land
the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville, mighty Casey has struck out."
- Ernest Thayer, Casey
at the Bat, 1888
"Nothing is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy..."
- Gerald Manly Hopkins, Spring
"The summer morn is
bright and fresh,
the birds are darting by
As if they loved to breast the breeze
that sweeps the cool clear sky."
- William C. Bryant
"No flowers, no bees;
No bees, no flowers.
Blooming and buzzing,
Buzzing and blooming;
Married and still in Love."
- Mike Garofalo, Cuttings
"For summer there, bear
in mind, is a loitering gossip, that only begins to talk of leaving
when
September rises to go."
- George Washington Cable
"A swarm of bees in May is worth a
load of hay.
A swarm of bees in June is worth a silver spoon.
A swarm of bees in July is not worth a fly."
- English Saying
"A bird in the boughs sang
“June,”
And “June” hummed a bee
In a Bacchic glee
As he tumbled over and over
Drunk with the honey-dew."
– Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
"Heed not the night;
A summer lodge amid the wild is mine,
'Tis shadowed by the tulip-tree,
'Tis mantled by the vine."
- William C. Bryant
" Summer makes me
drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate
Spring."
- Dorothy Parker
“I sing of brooks, of
blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers.
I sing of maypoles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.”
- Robert Herrick
"I question not
if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there."
- John Vance Cheney
"Spring being a tough act to
follow,
God created June."
- Al Bernstein
"Some people plant in
the spring and leave in the summer. If you're signed up for a season,
see
it through. You don't have to stay forever, but at least stay until you
see it through."
- Jim Rohn
"Summer has two Beginnings --
Beginning once in June --
Beginning in October
Affectingly again --
Without, perhaps, the Riot
But graphicker for Grace --
As finer is a going
Than a remaining Face --
Departing then -- forever --
Forever -- until May --
Forever is deciduous
Except to those who die --"
- Emily Dickinson, Summer Has Two Beginnings
"How do you like to go up in a
swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside.
Till I look down on the garden
green,
Down on the roof so brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!"
- Robert Louis Stevenson, The Swing
"It is
a sultry day; the sun has drunk
The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
There is no rustling in the lofty elm
That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint
And interrupted murmur of the bee,
Settling on the sick flowers,
And then again Instantly on the wing."
- William Cullen Bryant, Summer Wind.
“To read a poem in January
is as lovely as to go for a walk in June”
- Jean Paul Sartre
"People don't notice
whether it's winter or summer when they're happy."
- Anton Chekhov
"Summer makes a silence
after spring."
- Vita Sackville-West
"I have a total
irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes
the
roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper and the old men and old women
warmer in the winter and happier in the summer."
- Brendan Behan
"Tell you what I
like the best --
'Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine, -- some afternoon
Like to jes' git out and rest,
And not work at nothin' else!"
- James Witcomb Riley, Knee
Deep in June
"In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt."
- Margaret Atwood
"In small proportions we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be."
- Ben Jonson
"It is dry, hazy June weather. We are
more of the earth, farther from heaven these days."
- Henry David Thoreau
"It is the month of June,
The month of leaves and roses,
When pleasant sights salute the eyes
And pleasant scents the noses."
- Nathaniel Parker Willis, The Month of June
"Summer is a promissory
note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it,
and due to
be repaid next January."
- Hal Borland
"I am coming, I am coming!
Hark! the honey bee is humming;
See, the lark is soaring high
In the blue and sunny sky,
And the gnats are on the wing
Wheeling round in airy ring.
Listen! New-born lambs are bleating,
And the cawing rooks are meeting
In the elms--a noisy crowd.
All the birds are singing loud,
And the first white butterfly
In the sunshine dances by.
Look around you, look around!
Flowers in all the fields abound,
Every running stream is bright,
All the orchard trees are white,
And each small and waving shoot
Promises sweet autumn fruit."
- Mary Howitt, The Voice of Spring
by Tessa Evelegh
by Helen Thompson
by Ellen Evert Hopman 
by Yasmine Galenorn
by Galina Krasskova 
by Fritjof Capra
“There are moments, above
all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are
sucked into the
earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.”
- Charles Morgan
"For stately trees in rich array,
For sunlight all the happy day,
For blossoms radiant and rare,
For skies when daylight closes,
For joyous, clear, outpouring song
From birds that all the green wood throng,
For all things young, and bright, and fair,
We praise thee, Month of Roses!
For blue, blue skies of summer calm,
For fragrant odors breathing balm,
For quiet, cooling shades where oft
The weary head reposes,
For brooklets babbling thro' the fields
Where Earth her choicest treasures yields,
For all things tender, sweet and soft,
We love thee, Month of Roses!"
- Elaine Goodale, June
"It amazes me that most
people spend more time planning next summer's vacation than
they do planning the
rest of their lives."
- Patricia Fripp
by Nichole Faires 
by Carleen Madigan 
by Bret Markham
by Kathy Harrison
"Strawberries that in gardens grow
Are plump and juicy fine,
But sweeter far as wise men know
Spring from the woodland vine.
No need for bowl or silver spoon,
Sugar or spice or cream,
Has the wild berry plucked in June
Beside the trickling stream.
One such to melt at the tongue's root,
Confounding taste with scent,
Beats a full peck of garden fruit:
Which points my argument."
- Robert Graves, Wild Strawberries
"It's not the winter
that bothers me - it's the summers."
- Walt Alston
"I used to imagine him
coming from the house, like Merlin
strolling with important gestures
through the garden
where everything grows so thickly,
where birds sing, little snakes lie
on the boughs, thinking of nothing
but their own good lives,
where petals float upward,
their colors exploding,
and trees open their moist
pages of thunder --
it has happened every summer for years.
But now I know more
about the great wheel of growth,
and decay, and rebirth,
and know my vision for a falsehood.
Now I see him coming from the house --
I see him on his knees,
cutting away the diseased, the superfluous,
coaxing the new,
knowing that the hour of fulfillment
is buried in years of patience --
yet willing to labor like that
on the mortal wheel."
- Mary Oliver, Stanley Kunitz (1905-2006)
"I pray that the
life of this spring and summer may ever lie fair in my memory."
- Henry David Thoreau
"No price is set
on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer."
- James Russell Lowell
"The tendinous part of
the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy,
in summer. I
should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer
the tissues
and the blood."
- John Burroughs
"After her
came jolly June, arrayed
All in green leaves, as he a player were;
Yet in his time he wrought as well as played,
That by his plough-irons mote right well appear.
Upon a crab he rode, that did him bear,
With crooked crawling steps, an uncouth pace,
And backward rode, as bargemen wont to fare,
Bending their force contrary to their face;
Like that ungracious crew which feigns demurest grace."
- Edmund Spenser
"The fountain murmuring of sleep,
A drowsy tune;
The flickering green of leaves that keep
The light of June;
Peace, through a slumbering afternoon,
The peace of June.
A waiting ghost, in the blue sky,
The white curved moon;
June, hushed and breathless, waits, and I
Wait too, with June;
Come, through the lingering afternoon,
Soon, love, come soon."
- Arthur Symons,
In Fountain Court
"Do you recall that night in June
Upon the Danube River;
We listened to the landler-tune,
We watched the moonbeams quiver."
- Charles Hamilton Aide, Danube River
"June is bustin' out all
over."
- Oscar Hammerstein II, 1945
"See what delights in sylvan scenes appear!
Descending Gods have found Elysium here.
In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd,
And chaste Diana haunts the forest shade.
Come lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours,
When swains from shearing seek their nightly bow'rs;
When weary reapers quit the sultry field,
And crown'd with corn, their thanks to Ceres yield.
This harmless grove no lurking viper hides,
But in my breast the serpent Love abides.
Here bees from blossoms sip the rosy dew,
But your Alexis knows no sweets but you.
Oh deign to visit our forsaken seats,
The mossy fountains, and the green retreats!
Where-e'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade,
Where-e'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes."
- Alexander Pope, Summer
"This is for June, and all the summers it
brings
For the chiming of the church bells... that sing
In songs of matrimony o'er top hats and lace
'Fore June passes torch, to July's scarlet face
And the trees in full jacket, leaves forest green
The last pink of magnolia, can still yet be seen
There's a breeze in the air, that carries a scent
Sweet rose and honeysuckle, in efflorescence
Nights still cast a chill, but June has its motives
An evening gift for all those amorously devoted
To feel the magic of love whilst under the moon
Makes one thankful, there be the month of June."
- Frank James Ryan, June
"In a bowl to sea went wise men three,
On a brilliant night of June:
They carried a net, and their hearts were set
On fishing up the moon."
- Thomas Love Peacock
"Nothing is as easy to
make as a promise this winter to do something next summer; this is how
commencement speakers are caught. "
- Sydney J. Harris
"The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven—
All's right with the world!"
- Robert Browning, The Year's at the Spring
"If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle people there
For those who come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
In the streets of San Francisco
Gentle people with flowers in their hair
All across the nation such a strange vibration
People in motion
There's a whole generation with a new explanation
People in motion people in motion
For those who come to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there"
- Scott McKenzie, San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Some
Flowers in Your Hair)
"The world is wide; no two days are alike, nor even two hours;
neither were there ever two leaves
of a tree alike since the creation of the world; and the genuine productions of
art, like those of
nature, are all distinct from one another."
- John Constable
"Long drawn, the cool, green shadows
Steal o'er the lake's warm breast,
And the ancient silence follows
The burning sun to rest.
The calm of a thousand summers,
And dreams of countless Junes,
Return when the lake-wind murmurs
Through golden August noons."
- William Stanley Braithwaite, By an Inland Lake
by Sarah Ainley
by Edain McCoy. Practical suggestions for seasonal holiday celebrations.
Nice crafts and activities.
By Edain McCoy
by Helen Thompson
by Joanne Weir
by Ashleen O'Gaea 
by Anna Franklin
by Anna Franklin
by Richard Heinberg
by John Matthews
“And let them pass, as they
will too soon,
With the bean-flowers' boon,
And the blackbird's tune,
And May, and June!”
- Robert Browning
"Nothing is more
memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting,
yet
conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains..."
- Diane Ackerman
"When one subtracts
from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling,
buttoning
and unbuttoning - how much remains of downright existence? The summer of a
dormouse."
- Lord Byron
"The hum of bees is the voice of the garden."
- Elizabeth Lawrence
"No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer."
- James Russell Lowell
"There once was a mother
who had four children:
spring, summer,
fall, and winter.
Spring brings us flowers,
summer brings clover,
fall brings grapes,
winter brings snow."
- German Folksong
by Nora Harlow
by Joyce Tenneson
by Nancy Hill
by Graeme Grosvenor
by Sara Starbuck
"We are talking now of
summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee, in the time that I lived there so
successfully disguised to myself as a child."
- James Agee
"Love is to the heart
what the summer is to the farmer's year. It brings to harvest all the
loveliest flowers of the soul."
- Billy Graham
"Is this a time to be cloudy and
sad,
When our Mother Nature laughs around,
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
There are notes of joy from the hangbird and wren,
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground squirrel gayly chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
The clouds are at play in the azure
space,
And their shadows at play on the bright green vale,
And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
And there they roll on the easy gale.
There's a dance of leaves in that
aspen bower;
There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree;
There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
And look at the broad-faced sun, how
he smiles
On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,
On the leaping waters and gay young isles,
Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away."
- John Greenleaf Whittier, The Gladness of Nature
"A summer's sun
is worth the having."
- French Proverb
"It always seemed
to me that the herbaceous peony is the very epitome of June. Larger than
any rose,
it has something of the cabbage rose's voluminous quality; and when it finally
drops from the vase, it
sheds its petticoats with a bump on the table, all in an intact heap, much as a
rose will suddenly fall,
making us look up from our book or conversation, to notice for one moment the
death of what had
still appeared to be a living beauty."
- Vita Sackville-West
"June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;
In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her,
In vain would fond winds fan her back to life,
Her hours are numbered on the floral dial."
- Lucy Larcom, Death of June
"The flowers are nature's jewels, with whose
wealth she decks her summer beauty."
- George Croly
"He was hidden in the nascent
emerging buds of the
lilac branches, singing his
ornate, urgent, compelling song
to the back of the hall
to the ladies, to the heavens
letting the world hear his
beautiful, erudite trill
shared in joy,
piercing the momentary gloom
of the gentle spring rain."
- Raymond A. Foss, A Spring Rain Song
"Spring passes and one
remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers
one's perseverance."
- Yoko Ono
"As soon seek roses in
December—ice in June.
Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff."
- Lord Byron
“Ask me no more where Jove
bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauty's orient deep
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.”
- Thomas Carew
"Happy fields of
summer, all your airy grasses
Whispering and bowing when the west wind passes, --
Happy lark and nestling, hid beneath the mowing,
Root sweet music in you, to the white clouds growing!
Happy fields of summer, softly billowed over
With the feathery red-top and the rosy clover, --
Happy little children seek your shady places,
Lark-songs in their bosoms, sunshine on their faces!
Happy little children, skies are bright above you,
Trees bend down to kiss you, breeze and blossom love you;
And we bless you, playing in the field-paths mazy,
Swinging with the harebell, dancing with the daisy!
Happy fields of summer, touched with deeper beauty
As your tall grain ripens, -- tell the children, duty
Is as sweet as pleasure; tell them both are blended
In the best life story, well begun and ended."
- Lucy Larcom, Happy Fields of Summer
“How sad it is! I shall grow
old, and horrid, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young.
It will never be older than this particular day of June. . . . If it was only
the other way! If it was I who
were to be always young, and the picture that were to grow old! For
this--for this--I would give
everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give!”
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian
Gray
"It is
full summer now, the heart of June;
Not yet
the sunburnt reapers are astir
Upon the
upland meadow where too soon
Rich
autumn time, the season's usurer,
Will
lend his hoarded gold to all the trees,
And see
his treasure scattered
by the
wild and spendthrift breeze.
Too soon indeed! yet here is the daffodil,
That love-child of the Spring, has lingered on
To vex the rose with jealousy, and still
The harebell spreads her azure pavilion,
And like a strayed and wandering reveller
Adbandoned of its brothers,
Whom long since June's messenger
The missel-thrush has gightened from the glade,
One pale narcissus loiters fearfully
Close to a shadowy nook, where half afraid
Of their own loveliness some violets lie
That will not look the gold sun in the face
For fear of too much splendor,
- ah! methinks it is a place
Which should be trodden by Peresephone
When wearied of the flowerless fields of Dis!
- Oscar Wilde, The Garden of Eros
"Then followed
that beautiful season... Summer....
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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"June is the month of
dreams, I think;
Gardeners watch their roses, pink.
Birds leave the nest and try their wings
And songbirds learn just how to sing.
Brides have planned for the perfect day
When to their love their vows will say.
June is a month of graduations;
Proud parents give congratulations.
The birth of baby girls and boys
Makes us look at tiny toys.
First communions are realized;
Decisions taken to change lives.
Recitals seem to be everywhere;
Dancing and music is in the air.
June is the month to sing your joy -
the month of dreams for you to enjoy."
-
Joan Adams Burchell
"Good weather all the week, but come the weekend
the weather stinks.
Springtime for birth, Summertime for growth; and all Seasons for dying.
Ripening grapes in the summer sun - reason enough to plod ahead.
Springtime flows in our veins.
Beauty is the Mistress, the gardener Her salve.
A soul is colored Spring green.
Complexity is closer to the truth.
When the Divine knocks, don't send a prophet to the door.
All metaphors aside - only living beings rise up in the Springtime; dead beings
stay quite lie down dead.
Winter does not turn into Summer; ash does not turn into firewood - on
the chopping block of time.
Fresh fruit from the tree - sweet summertime!
Gardens are demanding pets.
Shade was the first shelter.
One spring and one summer to know life's hope; one autumn and one winter to know
life's fate.
Somehow, someway, everything gets eaten up, someday.
Relax and be still around the bees.
Paradise and shade are close relatives on a summer day.
Absolutes squirm beneath realities.
The spiders, grasshoppers, mantis, and moth larva are all back: the summer
crowd has returned!
To garden is to open your heart to the sky.
Dirty fingernails and a calloused palm precede a Green Thumb."
- Michael P. Garofalo,
Pulling
Onions
"spring
omnipotent goddess Thou
dost stuff parks
with overgrown pimply
chevaliers and gumchewing giggly
damosels Thou dost
persuade to serenade
his lady the musical tom-cat
Thou dost inveigle
into crossing sidewalks the
unwary june-bug and the frivolous
angleworm
Thou dost hang canary birds in parlour windows
Spring slattern of seasons
you have soggy legs
and a muddy petticoat
drowsy
is your hair your
eyes are sticky with
dream and you have a sloppy body from
being brought to bed of crocuses
when you sing in your whisky voice
the grass rises on the head of the earth
and all the trees are put on edge
spring
of the excellent jostle of
thy hips
and the superior"
- E. E. Cummings, Spring Omnipotent Goddess Thou
by Linda Breen Pierce
by Francine Jay 
by Cecile Andrews
by Janet Luhrs
by E.F. Schumacher
by Ann Voskamp
by Duane Elgin
by the Dali Lama
by Elaine St. James
"Nimble fingers
picking
fistfuls of cherries-
spitting pits."
- Mike Garofalo,
Cuttings
"Just living is
not enough" said the butterfly,
"one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower."
- Hans Christian Andersen
"Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November,
February eight-and-twenty all alone,
And all the rest have thirty-one;
Unless that leap year doth combine,
And give to February twenty-nine."
- Richard Grafton
"Spring has many
American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and
counties
where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn
blinds in Louisiana, long winds
in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New
England."
- Archibald MacLeish
"What I get, I bring home to you:
a dark handful, sweet-edged,
dissolving in one mouthful.
I bother to bring them for you
though they’re so quickly over,
pulpless, sliding to juice
a grainy rub on the tongue
and the taste’s gone. If you remember
we were in the woods at wild strawberry-time
and I was making a basket of dock-leaves
to hold what you’d picked,
but the cold leaves unplaited themselves
and slid apart, and again unplaited themselves
until I gave up and ate wild strawberries
out of your hands for sweetness."
- Helen Dunmore, Wild Strawberries
"And since all this loveliness can not be
Heaven,
I know in my heart it is June."
– Abba Woolson
"O months of blossoming, months of
transfigurations,
May without cloud and June stabbed to the heart,
I shall not ever forget the lilacs or the roses
Nor those the spring has kept folded away apart."
- Louis Aragon
"The month of June is probably named after Juno, the wife of
Jupiter, and queen of the gods [Hera
in Greek mythology]. It was held sacred to her, and was thought by
the Romans to be the luckiest month for marriage, since Juno was the Goddess of
Marriage. Wherever the goddess went she was attended by her messenger Iris (the
Rainbow), who journeyed so quickly through the air that she was seldom seen, but
after she had passed there was often left in the sky the radiant trail of her
highly-coloured robe. Juno is always represented as a tall, beautiful
woman, wearing a crown and bearing a sceptre in her hand, and often she is shown
with a peacock at her side, since that bird was sacred to her. A story is
told of one of her servants, Argus, who had a hundred eyes, only a few of which
he closed at a time. Juno set him to watch over a cow which Jupiter wished to
steal, for it was really a beautiful girl named Io, whom Jupiter had
transformed. Mercury was sent by Jupiter to carry off Io, and by telling long
and wearisome stories to Argus at last succeeded in lulling him into so deep a
sleep that he closed all his eyes. The god then seized Argus's own sword and cut
off his head. Juno was very sad at the loss of her servant, and gathering
up his hundred eyes scattered them over the tail of the peacock, her favourite
bird." [Compare with Sarasvati,
Hindu River Goddess, Patron of the Arts and Sciences, with a Peacock or Swan as
her totem.]
-
Stories
of the Months and Days
"June 1st.
The Roman festival of Juno Moneta, the "Warner." In this aspect she
warned people of danger, and women of bad marriages. Her temple contained the
original mint, so Moneta became the source of the word “money.”
June 9 Vestalia. In
ancient Rome, this was the day set aside for a public festival for the hearth
goddess Vesta. Women walked barefoot around her round temple with offerings. The
Vestal Virgins prepared the ritual food: mola salsa, a cake of salt and the
first grain. The water came from vessels that could not be set down without
spilling and the salt was pounded in a mortar, baked and sawn. It became a
holiday for millers and bakers.
June 11 Matralia/Fortuna.
Roman women celebrated Mater Matuta, the goddess of dawn on this day.
They asked for her blessings on their children or their sister's children. As
part of the ritual, the women drove from the temple a slavewoman who represented
night, thus symbolically enacting the arrival of Dawn. The temple of Mater
Matuta was alongside one of Fortuna who was also worshipped on this day.
June 24 Lady Luck/Fortuna.
The Romans celebrated the goddess of good fortune on this day. Monaghan
comments that she was not merely "luck," but the principle that drives men and
women to mate, an irresistible "Fors." She was the goddess of fertilization of
humans, animals and plants, and thus was especially worshipped by women wanting
to become pregnant and by gardeners. As Fortuna Virilis, she made women
irresistible to men. It was perhaps on this day that Roman women invaded men's
public baths. It makes sense to celebrate Fortuna at this time of the year when
the sun at its height represents the top of her wheel of Fortune. The wheel
becomes a symbol again at the other side of the year (winter solstice) when the
sun is at its lowest point."
- Waverly Fitzgerald,
June: School of the
Seasons
"Vesta was the
Roman Goddess of the hearth and home (Hestia was her Greek counterpart). Her six
Vestal Virgins (virgin in the sense that they belonged to no man - they were
"one within") tended her sacred fire in a round temple in Rome and the Romans
offered a prayer to her every day at their own hearths. On March 1st, every
year, her priestesses extinguished the fire and relit it. Her worship was
connected with fertility and to let her light go out would mean that
civilization would also end. On June 9th, the Vestalia was held when
, cleaned out and then ree wall is a Roman frieze from the College of Vestal Virgins."
-
Samovila Yemaya
[Summer, Fire, Heat, Sexual Productivity, Fertility, Flame, Hearth]
"Of all the wonders of
nature, a tree in summer is perhaps the most remarkable; with the possible
exception of a moose singing "Embraceable You" in spats."
- Woody Allen
"Here the white-ray'd anemone is born,
Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup;
And primrose in its purfled green swathed up,
Pallid and sweet round every budding thorn,
Gray ash, and beech with rusty leaves outworn.
Here, too the darting linnet hath her nest
In the blue-lustred holly, never shorn,
Whose partner cheers her little brooding breast,
Piping from some near bough. O simple song!
O cistern deep of that harmonious rillet,
And these fair juicy stems that climb and throng
The vernal world, and unexhausted seas
Of flowing life, and soul that asks to fill it,
Each and all of these,--and more, and more than these!"
- William Allingham, In a Spring Grove
In Honor of Frigga
"Shiningg Lady of Asgard,
All-seeing, all-knowing,
at Your command worlds are born,
at Your nod and tender smile, life burst into being.
Valiant Goddess, ruthless foe, cunning Queen,
Illuminate your wyrd.
Strengthen our hamyngja.
Make us fruitful in all things, like the barley and flax
that is your gift.
Nourish our souls, God-Mother,
Pour forth from Your cornucopia of abundance
and in return we will give You our devotion,
our praise, our industry.
Holy Mother of all life, foremost amongst the Asynjur,
bestow upon us Your wisdom.
Make our hearts fertile fields for Your bounty, and
on Your spindle of shimmering starlight,
Weave for us a joyous fate."
- Galina Krasskova, Exploring the Northern Tradition, 2005, p.44
"He was in love
with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass."
- Ben Hecht
"June is the sixth month of the year in the
Gregorian calendar, with a length of 30 days. The month is named after the
Roman goddess
Juno, wife of Jupiter and equivalent to the Greek goddess
Hera. At the start
of June, the sun rises in the constellation of
Cancer. June is the month with the longest daylight hours of the year in the
Northern Hemisphere and the shortest daylight hours of the year in the Southern
Hemisphere. The month of June—in the Northern Hemisphere—is in
Spring until the 21st, when
Summer begins.
The traditional June
birthstone is the
pearl. The June
birth flower
is the rose, or the
honeysuckle, as roses and honeysuckles bloom throughout June. June is also
sometimes called the "Rose month." June is known for the large amount of
marriages that occur over the course of the month. This large quantity of
marriages can be attributed to the Goddess that June is named after,
Juno or Hera.
Juno is the protecting goddess of marriage and a married couple's household, so
it is considered good luck to be married in this month."
- Wikipedia
by Oliver Flippi
by Beth Chatto 
by Gale Weinstein
by Eric Johnson
by Kathleen Bresnel
by Ortho 
by Warren Jones 
"What joy have I in June's return?
My feet are parched--my eyeballs burn,
I scent no flowery gust;
But faint the flagging zephyr springs,
With dry Macadam on its wings,
And turns me 'dust to dust.' "
- Thomas Hood, Town and Country
"Another widespread belief suggests that trees are inhabited
by guardian spirits, which control the natural forces responsible for weather
conditions, that can cause the crops to flourish or to fail. Since fertilizing
rain is paramount to ensuring the fruitfulness of the earth, fertility festivals
centered on trees were usually held in the spring or prior to the rainy season.
Even in Europe, until quite recently such festivities were quite common and can
still be found today as folkloric remnants in many rural areas. The most
commonly celebrated fertility festival is known as Beltain or May Day.
When the sap is rising and the buds are swelling and nature is awakening from
her winter sleep, the air is humming with energy and activity. It is as though
the Goddess Flora twirls and whirls through the countryside and where she dances
her footprints turn to flowers, and bees, birds and butterflies buzz about her
like twinkling stars. This sensual season culminates in May, when all of nature
seems to be intoxicated with the spirit of love: birds and animals are mating,
and bees and butterflies are getting drunk on nectarous flower juice. The
exuberance and joy of life is tangibly permeating the air and even humans are
touched by the juicy flow of nature's libido."
-
Kat
Morgenstern
"A happy soul, that all
the way
To heaven hath a summer's day."
- Richard Crashaw
Astrological Signs: Gemini, May 21 - June 21
Astrological Signs: Cancer, June 22 - July 22
June Birthstones: Ruby
"Oh, my luve's like a red,
red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
Oh, my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune”
- Robert Burns
"'Warm in
December, cold in June, you say?'
I don't suppose the water's changed at all.
You and I know enough to know it's warm
Compared with cold, and cold compared with warm.
But all the fun's in how you say a thing."
- Robert Frost, The Mountain
Edited by Robert Atwan
By Karen Matsuko Hood 
by Gary Snyder
Edited by Jane Hollander
by Fred Chappell
edited by J. D. McClatchy 
"June brings
tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hands with posies."
- Sara Coleridge
"Silence instead of thy sweet song,
my bird,
Which through the darkness of my winter days
Warbling of summer sunshine still was heard;
Mute is thy song, and vacant is thy place.
The spring comes back again, the
fields rejoice,
Carols of gladness ring from every tree;
But I shall hear thy wild triumphant voice
No more: my summer song has died with thee.
What didst thou sing of, O my summer
bird?
The broad, bright, brimming river, whose swift sweep
And whirling eddies by the home are heard,
Rushing, resistless, to the calling deep.
What didst thou sing of, thou
melodious sprite?
Pine forests, with smooth russet carpets spread,
Where e'en at noonday dimly falls the light,
Through gloomy blue-green branches overhead.
What didst thou sing of, O thou
jubilant soul?
Ever-fresh flowers and never-leafless trees,
Bending great ivory cups to the control
Of the soft swaying, orange scented breeze."
- Frances Anne Kemble,
Lament of a Mocking Bird, 1882
"The question, "Which is the happiest season
of life?" was asked of an aged man. And he replied: "When spring comes, and in
the soft air the buds are breaking on the trees, and they are covered with
blossoms, I think, 'How beautiful is spring'; and when summer comes and covers
the trees with its heavy foliage, and singing birds are among the branches, I
think, 'How beautiful is summer.' When autumn loads them with golden fruit, and
their leaves bear the gorgeous tint of frost, I think, 'How beautiful is
autumn.' And when it is severe winter, and there is neither foliage nor fruit,
then I look up through the leafless branches as I never could until now, and see
the stars shine in God's home."
- Source Unknown
"Provide of thine own, to have all things at hand;
Less work and the workman, unoccupied, stand.
Make dry over-head both hovel and shack.
Wash sheep (for the better) where water doth run;
Let him go cleanly, and dry in the sun.
Thy houses and and barns would be looked upon;
And all things a[...]ed, ere harvest come on.
At midsummer, down with the brambles and brakes;
And after, abroad, with thy forks and thy rakes;
Set movers a mowing, where meadow is grown;
The longer now standing, the worse to be mown."
-
Thomas Tusser, 1750
"And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays:
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten."
- James Russell Lowell, The Vision of Sir Launfal
"A saturated meadow
Sun shaped and jewel small
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall
Where winds were quite excluded
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers
A temple of the heat
There we bowed us in
the burning
As the sun's right worship is
To pick where none could miss them
A thousand orchises
For though the grass was scattered
Yet every second spear
Seemed tipped with wings of color
That tinged the atmosphere
We raised a
simple prayer
Before we left the spot
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot
Or if not all so favored
Obtain such grace of hours
That none should mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers."
- Robert Frost, Rose Pogonias
"Summer set lip
to earth's bosom bare
And left the flushed print in a poppy there."
- Francis Thompson
""Summer is coming!" the soft breezes
whisper;
"Summer is coming!" the glad birdies sing.
Summer is coming - I hear her quick footsteps;
Take your last look at the beautiful Spring.
Lightly she steps from her throne in the
woodlands:
"Summer is coming, and I cannot stay;
Two of my children have crept from my bosom:
April has left me but lingering May.
"What tho' bright Summer is crownèd with
roses.
Deep in the forest Arbutus doth hide;
I am the herald of all the rejoicing;
Why must June always disown me?" she cried.
Down in the meadow she stoops to the
daisies,
Plucks the first bloom from the appletree's bough:
"Autumn will rob me of all the sweet apples;
I will take one from her store of them now."
Summer is coming! I hear the glad echo;
Clearly it rings o'er the mountain and plain.
Sorrowful Spring leaves the beautiful woodlands,
Bright, happy Summer begins her sweet reign."
- Dora Goodale, Summer is Coming
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Celebrating the Jewish Year: The Spring and Summer Holidays: Passover, The Omer, Shavuot, Tishaa b'Av. By Paul Steinberg and Janet Greenstein Potter
Celebrating the Seasons of Life: Beltane to Mabon. Lore, Rituals, Activities, and Symbols. By Ashleen O'Gaea. A good study of four spring and summer Celebrations in the Wiccan-NeoPagan year. Rich in details and ideas.
Creating Circles and Ceremonies: Rituals for all Seasons and Reasons. By Oberon Zell-Ravenheart and Morning Glory Zell-Ravenheart.
Cuttings - June Short poems by Michael P. Garofalo.
Encyclopedia
of Herbal Medicine: The Definitive Home Reference Guide to 550 Key
Herbs with all their Uses as Remedies for Common Ailments
by Andrew Chevallier
The Flower Gardener's Bible: Time-Tested Techniques, Creative Designs, and Perfect Plants for Colorful Gardens
by Nancy Hill.
The Findhorn Garden: Pioneering a New Vision of Man and Nature in Cooperation
Flowers: Quotations, Lore, Myths, Resources
Four-Season Harvest: Organic Vegetables from Your Home Garden All Year Long
From the Ground Up: The Story of a First Garden
Gardening at the Dragon's Gate: At Work in the Wild and Cultivated World
The Green Man Bibliography, Links, Quotes, Notes, Lore, Poems.
In Nature's Honor: Myths And Rituals Celebrating The Earth
June Holidays: School of the Seasons
Llewellyn's Herbal Almanac: A Do-it-Yourself Guide for Health & Natural Living Annual Editions
Llewellyn's Magical Almanac: Practical Magic for Everyday
Llewellyn's Sabbats Almanac
May: Poetry, Quotations, Resources, Garden Chores
The Medicine Wheel Garden: Creating Sacred Space for Healing, Celebration, and Tranquillity
Midsummer: Magical Celebrations of the Summer Solstice by Anna Franklin
Months: Quotes, Poems, Links, Gardening Chores
Perennial Combinations: Stunning Combinations That Make Your Garden Look Fantastic Right from the Start
by C. Colston Burrell
by Judith Couchman 
by Donald Norfork 
by Pamela Woods
Quotes for Gardeners Over 3,800 quotes arranged by over 250 topics.
Red Bluff Notebooks: Natural History Studies at our Home and Gardens. By Karen and Mike Garofalo.
Sabbats: A New Approach to Living the Old Ways
Sacred Circles: Bibliography, Links, Resources, Quotations, Notes, Construction
Sacred Fire, Holy Well: A Druid's Grimoire
September: Quotes, Poems, Lore
Sex Magick May and June are popular months for the practice of sex magick and fertility rituals.
The Spirit of the Earth: Trees and Fertility. By Kat Morgenstern.
Spring: Links and Ideas for Teachers
Spring Poems and Poetry 114 Spring Poems
Spring Poems: Apples for the Teacher
Spring - Quotes, Poems, Sayings and Quips for Gardeners
Stories of the Months and Days
Summer Poems and Poetry 110 Summer Poems
Summer: Quotations, Poems, Lore, Gardening Chores
Summertime - Links for Educators
Trees: Quotations, Lore, Myths, Resources
The Vegetable Gardener's Bible (10th Anniversary Edition)
Walkers Between the Worlds: The Western Mysteries from Shaman to Magus
Western Garden Book: More than 8,000 Plants - The Right Plants for Your Climate Over 8,000 plants described.
Wheel of the Year, High Days, Seasonal Celebrations, NeoPagan Holidays
Wheel of the Year: Living the Magical Life by Pauline Campanelli. Excellent ideas for seasonal crafts.
Wisdom of the Elements: The Sacred Wheel of Earth, Air, Fire and Water by Margie McArthur
Typical Weather
for Our Area Normally, in June, we have daytime high
temperatures of 89ºF, nighttime low temperatures of 62ºF, and we get .5 inches
of rain.
Our Paths in the Valley Blog Follow the seasons in the Northern California garden of Karen and Mike with their notes, links, resources, quotes, poems, and photos.
The month of
June is blithe and gay,
Driving winter's ills away.
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon.
He who bathes in June
Will sing a merry tune.
Flaming June
Puts the world in tune.
A dripping June
Puts the world in tune.
June damp and warm
Does the farmer no
harm.
A dry June
Brings the harvest good and soon.
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Typical Weather for Our Area Normally, in June, we have daytime high temperatures of 89ºF, nighttime low temperatures of 62ºF, and we get .5 inches of rain.
Red Bluff Gardening Notebooks of Karen and Mike Garofalo
Watering on a regular basis in the early morning hours.
Mowing lawns.
Weeding around vegetables and shrubs.
Wearing a hat and long sleeved shirts.
Maintenance on lawn mowing equipment.
Enjoying vegetables and fruits.
Thinning out excess fruit on trees.
Mulching with straw.
Training vines on support structures, and pruning vigorous grape vines.
Relaxing in the shade.
Enjoying annuals in bloom.
Turning and watering the compost pile.
Removing spent roses.
Reading, resting, and meditating in the shade.
Sipping cool water and tea.
Deep soaking trees and shrubs.
Painting and other maintenance as needed.
Keeping tender potted plants in the afternoon shade.
Planting annuals.
Oregon State University May Tips
Earth Wise Creations May Tips - Zone 9
Top Garden Projects for May in the Pacific Northwest by Ed Hume
52 Weeks in the California Garden by Richard Smaus
The Garden Helper Tips for May - Northern U.S.
Gardening Tips - May - Zone 6 - New York Botanical Garden
Monthly Gardening Calendar for May
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Our Paths in the Valley Blog Follow the seasons in the Northern California garden of Karen and Mike with their notes, links, resources, quotes, poems, and photos.
All photographs taken by Karen or Mike Garofalo.
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